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[ingenue_bait]

WHO: Erik and OPEN
WHAT: The Opera Ghost stalking abroad
WHERE: Around - any public area
WARNINGS: None
NOTES: Basically, Erik probably already hates you. He will attempt to explore the Barge, "haunting" whenever he encounters anyone and finding himself unable to be quite as mean as he wants to be. Do you see him? Or are you minding your business

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[goddamn_owlman]

Thomas had finally ventured out, trying to scope out his new prison. To remove the pesky obstacle of curious people, he estimated when to sneak out during a time where there were little people about; first, gain his ground, interaction would come later.

Taking extra precaution, he left his full suit on - cowl and all - and had thus far made it to level 5 without too many setbacks in the plan. Now, standing before the library, he felt the familiar itch for knowledge. With the plan of gaining more ground on this Barge, he headed towards the library.

[ingenue_bait]

Erik, too, thirsted for knowledge. Especially with the technology he had thus far encountered and heard about--enough, anyway, to momentarily distract him from his anger at being here and his resignation to dying.

But there was an idiotic figure heading into the library already, in a ridiculous costume Erik could not imagine was serving to keep the man's disfigurement a secret. Erik, of course, has class; opera dress and a simple black mask which had yet to realize made him quite as out of place as the man he now irritatedly stalked. From behind a bookshelf.

Throwing his voice, he sought to rid himself of the troubling presence.

"I believe you are in the wrong place," he intoned darkly. "Leave, or you will face my imposing monologing."

He blinked. That wasn't right.

[goddamn_owlman]

"Monologing?" Thomas said with a hint of mirth, "Well, I must give you credit for unique threats."

Though he did not wish to show it, he had been taken aback - on his world, he was the one who lurked in shadows, he was the one who appeared from nowhere, and he was not enjoying having the tables turned on him - however petty the threat may have been. Endeavoring not to be obvious, Owlman tried to search out the voice, to no avail.

[ingenue_bait]

Erik, quick as thought, crept around to the other side of the masked man and threw his voice again.

"You will get more than threats when I am done with you," Erik said, his voice spectral and awesome. "You will get... well, no, you will get threats, as I am unlikely to risk my security here by killing you as I might habitually have done."

His mouth clamped shut. Something was very wrong.

[goddamn_owlman]

"...If you are trying to scare me, sir," Thomas turned to where he thought the voice sounded, "then you are in dire need of some practice with your threats."

[ingenue_bait]

"And I suppose you think you are the one to teach me?" Erik demanded, moving yet again. He launched a book off the shelf, for good measure. "You of the... rather cunningly constructed outfit?"

[goddamn_owlman]

He didn't have time to react to the book until it struck him, though harmless enough. This ordeal was quickly going from amusing, to sad, to irritating.

Ignoring the almost-compliment, he smirked. "I'm afraid not even I could teach someone like you to be frightening, if this is your best."

[ingenue_bait]

"It is not," Erik said, like a petulant child. "This Barge is a... vessel."

None of his words were coming out right.

"And I have frightened braver men than you, though you are also fairly courageous."

Erik really needed to stop talking.

[goddamn_owlman]

"I am more than fairly courageous." Thomas scoffed, temper rising. "Are you done? You're really starting to...amuse me."

He hadn't meant to say that - he really hadn't meant to say that.

[ingenue_bait]

"Yes, I am a very amusing fellow, when I wish to be," Erik chattered blithely. "I am quite done. You are... likely a very interesting person who is worth the time of someone other than me."

[goddamn_owlman]

This was, somewhat surprisingly, one of the strangest conversations Thomas had ever had.

"I couldn't...disagreed more. You are quite interesting, to be able to sneak up on me." Thomas nearly cursed; why couldn't he control what he was saying?

[ingenue_bait]

"Yes," Erik agreed. "No doubt you were... distracted by an interesting volume."

He bit at his thin lips, fuming in irritation.

[goddamn_owlman]

He scoffed again, angry at this whole ridiculous situation.

"Of course." He had given up on being inconspicuous with his searching out the voice's origin; turning again, Thomas intoned, "Come out of where you're hiding, it's...actually a very good job of hiding."

[ingenue_bait]

"Why should I? You're certain to be an interesting individual with much to say."

It was almost a panic.

"Erik must go."

[goddamn_owlman]

"Erik?" He mimicked with suspicion. "Are you referring to yourself in the third person? That's truly...interesting."

[ingenue_bait]

"I'm sure you'd know about interesting," Erik said, though the sarcasm wasn't nearly as thick as he'd intended.